The LTR and I stopped at a gayborhood watering hole on the way home tonight. The LTR left to go the men's room.
Stranger (to me): I like your beard.
Me: Thanks. I'm going to shave it off soon, though.
Stranger: Why?
Me: Makes me look scruffy, old.
Stranger: It just needs trimmed.
(LTR returns.)
Stranger (To LTR): I like your shaved head.
Me (To Myself) Could we come up with a follicle independent pick up line?
LTR: Thanks. God did most of it.
Stranger: It looks good.
Me: I like shaved heads, but I wouldn't look good with one.
Stranger: No, your forehead is too high, your eyes would be in the middle of your face. People would think you're Frankenstein.
Me (Locking eyes with LTR and communicating wordlessly): He just compared me with Frankenstein.
LTR (looking back, responding non-verbally): He didn't mean it as an insult, let it go.
Me (to stranger): You know, I wouldn't drink too many more beers, or that beer belly you have may remind people of Jabba the Hutt.
LTR (to us both): We're leaving.
3 comments:
Great comeback, Scott! Who's Jabba the Hutt, anyway?
You're joking, right?
OK, I admit. I've never heard the full name before. But after "googling" the name, I had to chuckle even more at your comeback. An interesting picture came to mind.
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